BUTTERFLIES IN THE LANE BESIDE

Ever felt those sudden emotions
ones that come not often by
they touch some inner chord
they leave a feeling by
the strange sudden glitch
excitement and thrill
an awe hidden inside
some fear, some desire
butterflies in the lane beside

Yeah I can see them
on that face they say Hi
they spread their wings to jingle
clearly seen in those eyes
I can feel their color
can touch their silver
that love that care
the twinkling stare
some fear, some desire
butterflies in the lane beside

can you feel the spring
inner call, pleasant ring
drizzle all around
magical sound
those winged nymphs inside
in dreams, in real - they reside
upon that head, inside those eyes
I can see them so nice
some fear, some desire
butterflies in the lane beside

Rainbow palette, crimson sky
they dance, they sing, they fly
celestial shimmer, epiphonic voice
those words in silent shy
It'll take a little time
to get in tune with rhyme
But this - being whole
I can feel it inside
some fear, some desire
butterflies in the lane beside.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

FILLING EMPTINESS

There is something that I want to do

something so ardently required

Sketch/ write/ think..uggh!!

Its something to do with my demise

these idle hours so desired

these hours with thoughts fired

with nothing imposed but a free flow

none to report, none with satire

but its not productive

useful Yes, but what is hired?

The endless picturesque

or picture admired

uggh! Lazy heart

These icy fires

but mind is working throughout

every second, newly wired!!

Dance! jump! sleep! cry!

life mocked, nothing fired.

Aaah! These little ambers

rushing thoughts, 

Rest admired.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

MADINA, MADINA, COSMIC MADINA

Boozers rock when high
Stoners on nature fly
Aah! I need my share
First dew drop in first moon light
Or maybe the last
Who cares
Madina, Madina, Cosmic Madina
Peaks to reach, wings to fly
Snow to crumble, wings to fly
Melting at zero degree
Just to feel those eyes
Noticing every little detail
Every moment of my life
Taking care of everything
My pains, my smiles
Reminding that old, sweet promise
Of little palms around my surprise
‘I can see you’, they said
‘I’ll save you’, they lied.
Or it was true, I guess
Who cares, Madina on rise
I do, said the heart
Curing palms, loving eyes.

Never returned, never found
Aah! Cosmic surprise
‘why me?’, Heart asked
Aah! Yes! It was required.
The feel of it still
Burns inside life’s fire
The holy little flame in head
Right in middle that tummy trialed

I wonder where life resides
Tiny eyes, smile so fired
Aah! How I wish to die
Only to live in those eyes
Twinkling at dawn, laughing at all
Planning catastrophe, love on hide
Aah! I wish you here
Naah! Not me, Madina’s desire
You, me and the river
Moonlight in those eyes
Dreams delivered, love inside
Magic around, blue star so high
Madina, Madina, Cosmic Madina
I need none, just those eyes
Those palms around
Aah! Those eyes.

by - Mystical Wanderer

calling her : WALL OF STREET

Its strange

How intensities 

At times face trivialities

How after so many ups and downs

Come a sudden glitch without any sound

You ignore or become indifferent

You realize its beyond your realm

And yet it feels awkward

To face something that small

To see the same dark hole

After every walk

Every stroll

The blot is not on your wall

It is so not there

It’s the problem of vision

How each and all stare

And yet

It is so visible

There it is there

The naked wall

The tattered paint

That blot

Everyone stares

The wall is strong

It knows it is not there

And yet

They call

The wall

With a blot to stare

Its strange

How once 

The same blot is considered

A beauty spot

A mark 

That makes that wall

Different and unique

Wall keeps wondering

About that imposed artificial blot

How a newcomer denies to see it at all

How just before leaving countryside

Every guest visit that mysterious wall

And then to avoid that guilt

Spits on that beloved wall

Call it a local stall

And goes off leaving wall

The wall remains strong

Right there where she was standing

Again giving shade to new guests

Again facing some new withstandings

She knows that she is alone

Despite of holding the entire household

People come, live beside

They take shelter

Use her to their demise

And then once again the cycle repeats

They go

Calling her wall of street

And her journey goes on

Without moving 

The wall of stone

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

you too have it inside every passion of your child

Your innocence ma is most unique

I haven’t found anyone so noble-hearted

That twinkle in your eyes

Those tears for me

None have I seen so warm-hearted

You gave me birth

The wild side of me

And then you tried to get me sorted

Coz you knew the cost of dreams

For me you wanted it all sorted

But the zeal of life

Your fight with my every strife

Its remarkable

Its unattainable

I wonder

What makes you

The way you are

The love of your star

Is it because  you are a mother

But so are many women

Is is because

Every mother is unique and special to every child

No! something in you is definitely wild

Wild like me

I can identify with thee

Despite of all our polarities

Despite of your constant push

Towards domestic singularity

Yet,  I know

You know me the most

Coz I am your daughter

coz my passions you can’t slaughter

you too have it inside

every passion of your child

or maybe I am an extention

of repressed desires of things you never mentioned

and yet you deny

every action of mine

and you think that I am different

or may be I would be hence

but no mumma

I won’t

I am your daughter

Your every mood

Same stubbornness,

Same personality

Hard core spirit

Far from artificiality

Now I know

May be you were my role model

Ever since I was born

May be

You were my back always

My solid stone

I feel lucky

To have you as my mom

None else could have

Suffered my storm

But you were strong

You faced it all

My every mood

At every stall

And with all your anger

You still gave me strength

Broken-hearted

You continued to be my stem

I know it now

Why I am able to be me

Coz though you stopped

Yet you believed in me

It is your strength and courage

That sketched this picture of mine

Your little baby

Rose up to a new sunshine

But the lap of moonlight

Resides in my heart

Your tender love

Your noble heart

And I carry it all with me

In bonds when free

I reproduce it in my veins

Every drop every grain

Of blood and brain

In pleasure in pain

Coz you are the root

And you are the stem

You make me those branches

To raise and bend

And I dance on your strength

I touch that sky

With your pen.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer